Luyện nghe bài hát Laying Blame

Verse One -
I gave birth to half these styles, you should pay me support,
Like Billy suing Michael Jackson for child support,
is thought, what is it? Lethal, Damn you'll get hurt,
Cos I XL the tag on my shirt,
I'll have these rappers back, rhyme with a swagger,
Feed your girl aphrodisiacs and your viagra,
If pain was diabetes, rhyme be my insulin,
I'm taking out the insolent in an instant
They bring the rhyme; I'll if you wanna tussle,
A single line can turn that fatty matter muscle,
You stagnate, while my circulate like rumours,
Your living proof god has a sense of humour,
I'm butter made from the cream that from the crop,
move the mountain to Mohammed scream my name from the top,
And proclaim what I got, boy, so me headroom,
These clubs are full of more toys spoilt kids bedrooms,
When I'm on stage I might my breath,
Cos I got so much heart there's no room in my chest,
for lungs, yes the bests yet
To come, my rhymes like a around your neck,
your breathing like snakebites and beestings,
I'm all up in arseholes faces like G-Strings,
I searched the world for but I fear the
Only I found was in a mirror.

Two - Pressure
When Pressure to the batters plate you salivate, known to captivate,
I to break new barriers like when a chaste nun masturbates,
If one more critic asks me I do, I'll slap them mate,
And tell them I'm a rapper as I strap her up in tape,
Loudmouths me wanna flip,
MCs only dream they got a grip, and up with their hand on their dick,
Honest, if they ride the I tell the get off me,
Cos I'm unstable like a cradle bridge, so don't me,
I'm highly explosive; you're a child playing matches,
I break rappers you give fractures,
These actors keep it real? You're really wak fact,
You spit one-liners I spit the finest chapters,
it's time to retire the mic,
Like the Bulls should have done son, cos wants to be like,
anymore, cos nowadays you're taken on a fantasy tour,
Of coke, guns and when they're actually poor,
flawed, yet entertaining,
I it how far we're willing to go to satisfy a craving,
Make them swallow their tongues epileptics,
Then I'll respect it, I come as if my lube was antiseptic,
So blow me, you still couldn't fresh,
I'm on a higher level of divineness, so call me highness,
only three things that are certain in life,
Death, taxes and Hood working the mic.